Guild Game Group 5

Seven generations, each
with seven sons. The seventh of these sons was born on a baleful winter's eve
full of wild freakish storms that blasted wild signs into the ground beyond his
birth home. It was the hour that tries men's souls, when questions without
answers were asleep, (about 3 am), on the thirteenth day of the month. Signs
and portents filled the night sky in the stars and a freak full moon aligned
perfectly with the planets.

Unfortunately
most of these seven sons were bastards and dead beat dads using the label
"adventurer" to excuse their philandering. So only one son even knew
he was the seventh child of the family - which it turned out wasn't true
anyway. The planets aligned perfectly with the moon meaning any such
significance was lost in the ill-portended sky. A sky which was obstructed for
miles and days by the season - appropriate storm. Whose lightning blasted signs
were lost in the swirling snows until spring, at which time they were already
ruined by the mud and movement of animals. The timing of the birth? Remembered
only as an absolutely god awful hour of the morning. Also due to a clerical
error, an extra day earlier in the year meant the calendar showed the date was
the twelfth.

Wyatt
deMark was born to his mother as a very strange boy, but as she was an
adventurer he seemed normal. By the time he showed the gift of sorcery she was
exploring ruins again. On a few ascensions he joined her and acquired his taste
for dungeoneering and architecture. Their last shared journey saw a return to
an old favorite dungeon - running afoul of the denizens - to save him she threw
herself in the path of a monster. Wyatt, fearing for his life, ran for his
life. Her cries of suffering chased him to the surface and still haunt him
today.

Durg Shumaker

Description: Half-orc male, 6’ tall, 180lb, 25 year old
Magus.

Durg Shumaker was a
half-orc born to a human woman who had been captured as slave stock by orcs,
which was common. Less common, she and the other slaves were liberated by the
army patrol intercepting their captors before escaping their home nation.

Durg
was thus born into a world of humans instead of orcs, where his half breed
nature kept him at odds with the majority of his peers. Though raised in a
loving home Durg never completely absolved himself or made peace with the issue
of his conception - a lifelong guilt complex reaching its worst in a brief
worship of Desna. Until a local cleric explained he was causing more offense in
this way.

Determined
to overcome his self-described handicap, Durg apprenticed to scribes and book
makers - eventually earning his keep with a local wizard. Studied into magic
and the practiced violence coming inherent to the edges of urban habitation led
Durg to eventually feel stifled by his home. Armed lightly, he set out for
fortune and freedom.

Alcoholic, mildly
obsessive, and agoraphobic are just a few words to describe Gulgrim. After
being dis owned for drinking too much of his father's special reserves, Harry
Mountainside, Gulgrim found work mining
out new buildings in the mountain he called home. Almost all of his time by now
was spent drinking, digging, brawling after drinking, or sleeping after one of
the others. It was during this time he met the dwarf that would be his master.

An
old, bald, similarly beer soaked dwarf soundly beat Gulgrim into a coma before
adopting, (kidnapping), the fledgling pugilist into his school (systematic
mental conditioning and physical abuse). The novice trained under the master
for years learning to harness his liquor, stone work, and his inherent
simmering rage into a potent force of good, (profit).

All
things must end however, and Gulgrim found the need to make his own way, (he
was cut off from the schools kegs after almost drowning in one). So he bid a
tearful adieu, (fled in the night), to his master to seek booze and to battle
in the wider world.

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A flower possibly in the plains or maybe all over that is always tilted towards a certain place. Sunflowers. Could possibly follow the sun or could be forever facing a certain position because of something that happened, either the air forcing it that way and it staying, the fire was so strong that the flowers faced away from it. It could be that in one spot a large fire was made or a fire war where many fire elementals were destroyed by the True Gods and radiating out from that point all of this flower is facing away from it so no matter where you are you always know where this place is by seeing which way the flower is facing away from.